Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Lost in the Hood, artist - DJ Screw. Album song Soldiers United 4 Cash: Platinum Edition, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.01.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: TJ
Song language: English
Lost in the Hood |
Yeah, I knew some of you busters |
Just didn’t wanna see this brother make it |
But I’m here |
Uh-huh, uh-huh |
I know you feel me |
Pickin' up buckshot shells |
Is how I’m comin' |
I know you feel me |
Uh-huh, uh-huh |
I know you feel me |
Pickin' up buckshot shells in my driveway |
Had a shootout last night |
But I live to see Friday, another day |
Chillin' in the jungle, smokin' hay |
Watchin' the lil' locs play |
With the trigger of an AK |
Comin' up, runnin' up fiends, so I telled on |
I’m workin' for the president, so coppers get the hell on |
Devil’s on my back, strapped to kill, but I look out |
I gots to put in work all year |
And can’t clock out |
A menace to society, society made me a menace |
Walkin' a road to freedom, where the road seems endless |
With no stop sign, direction, speed limit, or street lights |
Just gang fights, crack pipes, poverty and long nights |
Of tears, crawlin' in the well of memories |
Thinkin' of the daily battles and the gang fight injuries |
for life, to the heart, mind, body and the soul I claim |
, Prince on my brain, so some call me insane |
With no reason to live |
With no love to give |
The only ones followin' me is the negative |
One, cause my people know another homie’s funeral’s true |
And welcome to the jungles, nothin' but the flu |
And broke hoes are parasites jackin' a brother |
For his years, prostitutes workin' undercover |
With no remorse or love loss |
I’m just a king in the jungle, still runnin' around lost in the hood |
No way out, n-no way out |
No way out |
Yo I’m lost in the hood |
No way out, n-no way out |
No way out |
Yo, I’m lost in the hood |
No way out, n-no way out |
No way out |
Yo. |
I’m lost in the hood |
Nowadays, brothers gotta pack a gun to a club |
'Cause every time I go out I see a fool gettin' drug |
With a bullet in his mug, and the red blood puddle |
Watchin' his homie shed tears in the shot up huddle |
Ain’t no rehabilitation for death |
Loc, you get killed, you gone |
Buried, put away, smoked |
Done, did, no mo' grievin' |
So long, goodbye |
'Cause you’ll soon be leavin' |
The jungle, the place where the big boys terrorize |
Livin' a violent life in the city just to stay alive |
What can I do to make it better in my home sweet home |
Without gettin' locked up or a shell in my dome? |
I asked God and he answered me, yeah |
I know those devils wanna dance with me, no |
My homie Ray died last year |
An' even though I cried |
Yo, it won’t be my last tear |
Comin' up |
In this world of madness |
Don’t nothin' look good 'cause all I see is sadness |
All the, black G, can’t stop if I could |
I’m on a mission 'cause I’m missin' some lost in the hood |
No way out, n-no way out |
No way out |
Yo, I’m lost in the hood |
No way out, n-no way out |
No way out |
Yo, I’m lost in the hood |
No way out, n-no way out |
No way out |
Yo, I’m lost in the hood |
No way out, n-no way out |
No way out |
T-T-Tears |
Fallin' down my cheeks, cause I’m like a bad seed |
Planted deep in the streets |
Will I die from starvation or die from the gauge |
'Cause nowadays young brothers ain’t dyin' of old age |
A bullet to the head, ain’t nothin' new, Brrat |
Mark’s in the hood, catch bullets like the flu |
But I sneeze back |
Wit' the U |
Double Z, I |
Rattata-tat-tat-tat, nigga, step and die |
Ain’t no sense in me lyin' |
I’m ready for the season, In the mirror everyday |
Steadily bobbin', steadily weavin' |
Five O’s don’t understand |
The mission of my gang |
Tellin' me to be good, when they yellin' «Ready, aim» on the black G, but no, |
I can’t go out like kill 'em |
You shoot me, you won’t be in jail or prison |
Take every nigga you kill |
G’s kill ten of your best men |
Leavin' bullets in their chin wit' the nine |
'Cause crooked ass cops still feel |
They can beat a nigga down like Rodney until I kneel |
That’s a no-no, I got your photo |
Sayin' cheers if I catch you at |
These damn fools, no more tears |
No way out, n-no way out |
No way out |
Yo, I’m lost in the hood |
No way out, n-no way out |
No way out |
No way out, n-no way out |
No way out |
Yo, I’m lost in the hood |
No way out, n-no way out |
No way out |
I know you feel me |
Uh-huh, uh-huh |
This is how I’m comin' |
Uh-huh, uh-huh |
I know you feel me |
Break 'em down |